Camilla's POV
Consciousness crept in slowly, my eyes opening to the unfamiliar ceiling above. Without an alarm to startle me awake, I might have overslept and made Joy late for school. My fingers searched the nightstand automatically, finding my phone. The screen illuminated 5:30 a.m.
Early by most standards, but with Joy's morning routine to manage, it felt just right.
I eased myself from the bed, moving with careful precision. Joy remained cocooned in blankets, peaceful in sleep. Standing there, watching her, a familiar ache squeezed my chest. The weight of what I had pulled her into pressed down on me. But I pushed the guilt aside. There would be time for that later. Right now, she needed her school uniform laid out, breakfast prepared, and her lunch packed before she even stirred.
